Dog: Oh do you fellows also have yachts?
Dog: Oh do you fellows also have yachts?
Should have used a jet pack to get to flat heaven. Could have ended up in flat hell.
We’ve been getting complaints about your lack of drinking at work. We’re not in the Prussian aristocracy Ben, now take a couple of shots and get out there and make financial decisions for the company!
I bet woodpeckers have cool internal DOOM music playing when they go nuts on a tree.
This whole town is a donut, just waiting to get…munched.
“Four score and seven years ago…what’s happing to me!?”
She’d be DAMNED. If. SomeImperialGot his hands on it.
Look, if there’s a more subtle cock soap, I’m all ears.
Let me fix this small issue right quick…oh…oh dear.
Grow fast, chomp hard.
Aaaaaa. Huh?! Aaaaaa. Sir, I’m SAYING Aaaaa. What the heck?!
Those slaps were rather gentle, with a spirit of “Get out of here you silly goose!”
Is also explains the great speed…scientifically.
A candy bar that taste so amazing that it haunts your dreams, but you can never find it in a store ever again.
I also feel that people here are much nicer, and willing to engage with content. Even tiny communities usually make pretty great posts.
There was no rail accident comrade, or dare you suggest otherwise?
Scissor me timbers!
Space Bucees! Much like regular Bucees but floating around in space!
DS9 does need more beef jerky scenes.
I shall introduce a law allowing gruel in the workhouse to be replaced with watered down sawdust.